Chapter 55: Eulogy in Silence
Swords clashed, sending out a large cluster of sparks, and with just one strike, Malin confirmed that the person before him did not have the upper hand in strength.
All of them were giants, and even now that the paths of the living and the ghosts diverged, it was impossible for a change in appearance to yield a terrifying effect of adding 10 points of strength. Thus, Malin swung his longsword, beginning to overpower his opponent with sheer force—this sword was made by a Demon Hunter blacksmith for the old Hoffman, said to have chopped off quite a few unlucky heads, including those of different kinds and Spirits. Surely, it would claim another one today.
The undead bride screeched as she clashed with Malin—as the perpetrator who had desecrated her lover’s remains, her only thought now was to kill Malin. This was very important because if the undead bride were to escape the manor, no one knew how many innocent unlucky souls she could kill before being purified.
So, Malin had no choice but to adopt this strategy.
The large clusters of sparks and the grating metal clangs were somewhat distressing to Malin. The undead bride was unaffected, but her longsword, after all, was just a decoration from the weapon rack, structurally no match for the one in Malin’s hands. Therefore, during the ninth clash, Malin broke the longsword in the bride’s right hand.
Thinking the battle was over, Malin’s longsword whistled through the air as the undead bride retreated from the combat zone. She dropped the broken sword and then gripped her longsword with both hands, launching a thrust.
Malin had to step back and then quickly chose to dodge to the right. His sword dance skills brought him to her side, and this time, it was Malin’s turn to thrust.
The undead bride did not retreat but used her longsword as a shield, parrying the thrust and colliding with Malin.
The undead bride was much shorter than she had been in life, but to Malin, who was also tall, she was still taller, and he, not at all lacking in strength, pushed the bride away and also spared himself from her fervent tongue kiss.
"Die!"